11-14-2009, 06:43 PM
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Personally, Snake had no issues with the adults of the clan—he felt not the limits of age, and the biases therein. Whether he talked to a pup, as he was to Mason, or to the leader of the clan, he spoke in similar fashion. He was not trying to impress anyone (whether or not that happened was merely a reflection of his base character, not any act), nor was he really trying to build any lasting friendships or comradeships. Snake was a solitary creature, and he always had been. Whether or not that meant he would be that way for the rest of his life was still quite up in the air, but he didn’t have any issues at the moment.
He could imagine that he saw the kid’s thoughts working their way through the circuitry behind those golden eyes, and when he returned the question with another, Snake found himself somewhat fascinated. Most kids—well—they were predictable. They were either annoying, arrogant, bratty, or shy, or any combination. Mason seemed sharp to him, which made the olive-eyed coyote regard him differently. After a moment’s own consideration for his own question, he answered as best as he could interpret, “Usually if you stare someone down, it’s a challenge.” He growled out that final word slightly, his voice—so incongruent to his youthful frame—continued, “The first one to look away is the loser, because it means you’re not as strong as the other. If no one looks away, well, usually it turns into a fight.”
Snake’s eyes grew slightly less steely, however, as he added finally, “I don’t mean this to be a challenge, though, so hopefully it won’t escalate to that.” He would rather this meeting remain quiescent. At the moment, Snake wasn’t really interested in sparring with someone younger than him. He didn’t really feel the need to.
Personally, Snake had no issues with the adults of the clan—he felt not the limits of age, and the biases therein. Whether he talked to a pup, as he was to Mason, or to the leader of the clan, he spoke in similar fashion. He was not trying to impress anyone (whether or not that happened was merely a reflection of his base character, not any act), nor was he really trying to build any lasting friendships or comradeships. Snake was a solitary creature, and he always had been. Whether or not that meant he would be that way for the rest of his life was still quite up in the air, but he didn’t have any issues at the moment.
He could imagine that he saw the kid’s thoughts working their way through the circuitry behind those golden eyes, and when he returned the question with another, Snake found himself somewhat fascinated. Most kids—well—they were predictable. They were either annoying, arrogant, bratty, or shy, or any combination. Mason seemed sharp to him, which made the olive-eyed coyote regard him differently. After a moment’s own consideration for his own question, he answered as best as he could interpret, “Usually if you stare someone down, it’s a challenge.” He growled out that final word slightly, his voice—so incongruent to his youthful frame—continued, “The first one to look away is the loser, because it means you’re not as strong as the other. If no one looks away, well, usually it turns into a fight.”
Snake’s eyes grew slightly less steely, however, as he added finally, “I don’t mean this to be a challenge, though, so hopefully it won’t escalate to that.” He would rather this meeting remain quiescent. At the moment, Snake wasn’t really interested in sparring with someone younger than him. He didn’t really feel the need to.
table credit goes to jacoby
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